tagNonConsent/ReluctanceStockholm Syndrome

Stockholm Syndrome

byTheTalkMan©

(This story is posted on the Literotica website. Do not repost anywhere else without the author's consent. This story deals with similar themes as the stories by wannabeboytoy, seducedHylas, and Dark Betrayal. This story is pretty long, and it also features some very light female-on-female violence, so be warned. I do not condone any of these actions in real life. This is just a story. Enjoy.)

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John never felt the needle enter his neck as he walked through the front door. All he felt were the soft lips that pressed against his cheek before he blacked out.

He woke up a few hours later completely disoriented, staring at the ceiling. He quickly realized he was on his bed. His arms were stretched above his head uncomfortably, so he tried to move them. He then realized he couldn't. His wrists were tied down. He looked up to the headboard and realized he was handcuffed to the bed. He had a wooden headboard, so he was confused as to how this was even possible. There were two heavy metal hoops drilled into the headboard, and two sets of handcuffs, one on each wrist, attached to each hoop. Two sets of fluffy pink handcuffs. What the hell?

John's heart started to race in fear. He tried to move his legs, but they were bound to the foot of the bed with two lengths of smooth, white rope. The ropes were wrapped around each ankle. He could barely move. As he looked down at his feet, he realized another horrible truth. He was completely nude. What the hell happened? Did someone do something to him? He broke out in a cold sweat.

John tried to remember what had happened. The last thing he remembered was coming home from work. He was eager for the weekend to begin. It had been a long, tough week, and he was looking forward to a relaxing weekend. The last thing he remembered was pulling into the driveway and then opening the front door. That was the last thing he could recall before it all went black. Then, another horrible thought occurred to him: What about Tammy? His wife was usually home before him. What happened to her? John started to panic.

John scanned around the room, taking in his surroundings for the first time. His breath caught in his throat as he saw Tammy, unconscious, passed out on a chair. John looked at her, and was relieved to see she was breathing. She was fully clothed, luckily. She was tied roughly to the chair, in what looked to be heavy scratchy, uncomfortable rope. There was a lot of rope on her. Each of her legs was tied down tightly against the front legs of the chair. Her torso was tied tightly against the back of the wooden chair. A rope was also tied around her upper chest, keeping her tightly bound to the chair. Her arms were bound to the armrests of the chair, her hands bound down tightly. Her head sagged down, unconscious. What had happened to her? John started to panic.

"Tammy!" John hissed quietly, trying to wake her. "Tammy!" he hissed. No response. John started to freak out.

"HELP!" John yelled out, "HELP! Please, anybody!" he screamed. Then, he heard footsteps. This sound nearly stopped his heart. It definitely silenced him. He just waited as the footsteps moved closer to the bedroom. John braced himself, waiting for the confrontation with the person who did this. The bedroom door opened, and John prepared himself to meet this monster.

In walked a woman. John thought that this woman was here to help him out. Maybe she had heard him yelling and came to free them. She looked at John for a moment, and then Tammy, before speaking.

"There's no point yelling. No one will be able to hear you." she said coldly. John suddenly realized this woman was not here to help. She was the person who tied him to the bed. She was the one who tied up his wife. She was the one who did this.

John took her in. She was surprisingly good-looking. Gorgeous, to be honest. Just looking at her, you wouldn't think she was capable of violence. She was tall, with long brunette hair that went down to her mid-back. She had a pretty face, with full, pouty lips and smoky eyes. Her eyes sparkled with intelligence. John glanced at the rest of her. He couldn't help but notice she was rather chesty. Her breasts looked quite large under her tight black tank top. She had long legs encased in tight blue jeans. She was walking around barefoot. She was very tan and she appeared to be in great shape. She would have to be to drag him up the stairs to his bedroom. Even though she was beautiful, John could tell she was cold inside.

"HELP!" John yelled out again.

"It's like I said, there's no point yelling. This house is surprisingly soundproof. Your neighbors are too far away to hear anything you yell." she replied lazily. John looked at her. She smiled slightly and walked into the adjoining bathroom. The sound of the faucet running echoed through the empty room. The woman walked back into the room with a glass full of water.

"Time to bring her into the party." she said, throwing the water in the glass onto Tammy's face. Tammy woke up in shock, inhaling loudly and confused about her surroundings, the water pouring off of her face.

"What the hell!" Tammy yelled out, trying to move and realizing she couldn't. She looked around and saw her husband tied to the bed, nude, and the beautiful woman standing tall over them.

"What's going on?" Tammy said, looking at John.

"I don't know. I just woke up and I was here." John explained. They both looked at the woman, wanting an explanation.

"Who are you? Why are you doing this?" John asked.

"I remember the first time I saw you, John. I don't think you saw me, but I definitely saw you. I saw both of you. Holding hands, so in love. And I was just so confused. I just could not figure out why a stud like you, John, ended up with an ugly little bitch like her." this woman explained.

"Fuck you!" John yelled out, defending his wife. The woman just smiled. She turned and pulled up a chair and sat down. "So that's what I want, Tammy. I want you to tell me what you did to land a man like John. As a single lady, I would like to know what you did." the woman explained, crossing her legs. John and Tammy looked at each other, sharing a look. They both realized this woman was crazy. Just nuts.

"Why didn't you just ask us? Why go through all of this? Why tie us down, why hold us hostage?" John demanded.

"If some stranger just came up to you and asked how you two met, you would think they're crazy." she replied, with a smile. John and Tammy exchanged another look.

"So, Tammy, I ask you again. How did you land John? What did you do to make him like you?" the woman said.

"You say it like I tricked him or something." Tammy replied.

"Well, then, what did you do?" the woman asked. Tammy rolled her eyes and decided to hell with it, might as well tell her.

"We met in college, our senior year." Tammy started. "We had a class together. We sat next to each other, and we had talked a little bit. We were taking an exam, and I was freaking out because I could not figure out this question. If I didn't pass this exam, I would have failed the class."

"So, you're saying you're stupid?" the woman interrupted.

"No, I'm not fucking stupid you crazy bitch!" Tammy yelled out before stopping herself, trying not to anger her hostage taker. The woman just raised her eyebrow.

"Please continue." the woman said.

"Well, when the teacher's back was turned, John whispered at me and held his hand out towards me. He had written out how to solve the problem on his hand. I passed the exam and passed the class. I kinda felt like I owed him so I offered to buy him a drink." Tammy said.

"Where did you go?" the woman asked.

"We went to a bar. One right near the campus. We chatted, and had a good time." Tammy explained.

"Did you put out?" the woman asked.

"No, of course not. I barely knew him." Tammy explained. The woman just nodded.

"So, who initiated contact after that?" she asked.

"I did. I called him a few days later, and we got dinner." Tammy explained. "When did you realize you liked him Tammy?" the woman asked.

"I always thought he was cute. When he helped me out on that test, I just realized what a sweet, good natured man he was. And during the first date, he was just so charming and funny, I realized I really liked him." Tammy explained.

"What about you John? When did you realize you liked her?" the woman asked. John looked up at the ceiling, exasperated at her calm demeanor. He shook his head and decided to just respond, to keep things easy.

"I had a crush on her the first time I saw her. She was just so pretty. I couldn't believe she was single. I tried to talk to her, but I just got so nervous I could barely speak. It was the little things that were just so cute. Her mannerisms. Her giggle. Her jokes. I just had a huge crush on her from the beginning. I kept trying to find an excuse to talk to her, and I found it during the exam." John explained. He looked over at Tammy, and she smiled warmly, touched at hearing her husband confess the origin of his love for her.

"When was the first time you had sex?" the woman asked.

"It was after a few months of dating." Tammy started. "We did it at my place. It was nice." she said plainly.

"Was he pushing you to have sex and you held out, or what?" the woman asked.

"He didn't push me for anything. He was a perfect gentleman." Tammy said. This caused the woman to smirk.

"How old are you guys?" the woman asked.

"We're 28. We're both 28." Tammy said.

"How long have you been married?" the woman asked.

"Three years." Tammy answered.

"And it's gone well?" the woman asked.

"Yes. Never been happier." Tammy replied.

"Oh c'mon. You can't possibly tell me that neither of you got a little something on the side. In this day and age, no one would blame you." the woman said with a big smile, looking at both of them.

"Of course not!" Tammy said. The woman looked at John.

"No! Never!" John replied. "Oh, you guys are so cute." the woman said with a bright smile. John was not smiling. This woman was sinister. He knew it. He hated that she was acting so friendly and easy going. He wanted her to get to the point.

"Why are you doing this? What do these questions have to do with anything?" John yelled out angrily. The woman's friendly gaze faded.

"These questions are the reason I'm here. Quite frankly, John, I don't believe you." the woman said.

"You don't believe what?" John asked.

"I don't believe that a man like you hasn't thought about cheating. I don't believe that your eyes haven't wandered at least a little. Maybe you've checked out some woman that walked by you on the street. Maybe some slutty girl that you work with has hinted that she may be interested in getting to know you a little better. Maybe there was a moment when you thought about what would happen if you did it, if you did cheat on Tammy." the woman said.

"No, of course not. What would make you think that?" John asked angrily. The woman stood up.

"Look at yourself, John. You're a fucking stud. You're tall, tan, and handsome." she paused, then looked down at his exposed dick. "And quite frankly, John, even though you're dick is soft, I can tell its huge." she explained. John finally fully realized he was completely exposed before a woman he did not know. A crazy woman.

"This is what I want to know. How can a sad little cow like her lock down a stud like you and an absolute babe like me still be single?" the woman said.

"I think it's pretty clear." John started.

"What?" the woman asked quickly.

"You're fucking crazy! You're nuts. You tied down a married couple in their own home to ask how they met! I can't imagine what you do with a man you like." John said angrily. The woman smiled.

"Well, you're about to." the woman said quietly.

"What?" John said, but the woman ignored him.

"Alright, guys, you can call me Jessica. I want to come clean about everything." the woman, Jessica, said.

"Oh, thank you." John said mockingly.

"When I saw you John, I knew I had to have you. A man like you, with a cow like her? I know you've thought about straying at some point." Jessica started.

"Fuck you! I love my wife." John said.

"I know. And that's the point. You're just clouded your own mind with the belief that you are in love with your wife, that you're satisfied by her and that you should never stray. But I'm going to show you what you're missing out on. I'm gonna show you what a man like you really deserves." Jessica started.

"What are you going to do?" John said, worried.

"I want you guys to look at me. To really take me in." Jessica said, posing with her hands on her hips.

For the first time, Tammy really took in how gorgeous this woman was. She had a gorgeous face. Her hair was full and shiny. Her ass was round and firm, encased snugly in her jeans. And her breasts were massive. Her clothes looked of very good quality, picked to highlight her best attributes. On a purely physical scale, Jessica was far sexier than she was. Tammy looked over to see if John noticed this, and as she did, John's eyes jumped from Jessica to her, sensing his wife was looking at him.

"Trust me, guys fall over themselves staring at me. But not you, John. You didn't even notice me. This drove me nuts. How dare you not notice me? How dare you not appreciate what I have to offer? So I wanted to understand why this was. What kind of man doesn't notice me? So that's why I did this. To try and figure that out. And I think I have. I realized you simply don't know any better. It's quite cute, seeing that you've lied to yourself so deeply that you've tricked yourself into believing you really love her. And quite frankly, how could you?" Jessica stopped, and walked next to Tammy.

"I mean, just look at her. Look at her compared to me. Look at this ratty hair. Is this a dye job? Wow, what type of girl can't keep her hair looking nice for her man? And this pasty skin? Yuck. It's disgusting, not smooth and tan like mine. Do you think your stubby little legs win men over? Don't you know that men like long and firm legs wrapped around them? I saw your ass when I was tying you down. I have never seen a bonier ass in my life. There's just nothing there. And last, and definitely least, are your breasts. Wait, do you even have breasts? I can't tell. I can't really see anything from here. Do you even wear a bra? There's nothing there to support. Don't you know that men love playing with massive, firm tits? Tits like mine? Big, fat DD'S. Trust me, my tits are amazing. They are so soft and firm. No man can get enough. When men look at you, they have trouble telling if you're actually a girl. With me? Trust me, men know I'm more of a woman than they could possibly handle." Jessica said, her humiliating speech towards Tammy finished.

"Go fuck yourself, Jessica." John said angrily, defending his wife.

"That won't be necessary." Jessica replied.

"What?" John replied. Jessica looked at him for a moment, and then reached down and unbuttoned her jeans. As she started to lower them, John realized what was about to happen.

"No, no, no, no, no, you're kidding me. Are you kidding me?" John called out.

"That's right, John. I can't help myself. You're so fucking hot. I'm gonna show you what you've been missing out on. I'm gonna show you what it's like with a real woman. I'll show you what a man really wants." Jessica said, letting her pants drop to the ground. She stepped out of them. John couldn't help but notice her skimpy black panties. He couldn't help but notice that they were see-through. And he could easily see her neat little landing strip just above her pussy. She reached to the bottom of her black tank top and started to pull it up. John couldn't help but look as she pulled her top over her chest, revealing her massive breasts to his view. He hated to admit it, but they were magnificent. He had never seen a larger pair of breasts in his life. They sat high and firm on her chest, her hard nipples pointing outward. Her areola's looked perfectly round and smooth. John had to tear his eyes away from them. Jessica dropped her top onto the ground, letting the married couple take in her nearly nude form.

Tammy couldn't help but realize that Jessica was beautiful, better looking than her. Tammy always knew she was never the hottest girl around, but next to Jessica, she felt completely inadequate. Tammy couldn't help but fume with jealously as she took in Jessica's spectacular breasts and perfect ass. As much as she hated to admit it, Jessica was built like a brick shithouse. Even her hair looked spectacular. Tammy hated her.

Tammy looked at her husband and noticed his eyes glued to her breasts. It would be hard for any man to not notice them. She couldn't blame him. A moment's fear passed through her mind as she wondered what her husband thought of this woman. She wondered if maybe he realized that this woman was built for sex. She wondered if he perhaps wished she had a body like hers.

Jessica turned to face Tammy and let her get a good view at her perfect body. This position also allowed John to find out that Jessica was in fact wearing a thong, as his eyes took in the string splitting her firm ass. Jessica turned back to look at them both.

"Okay guys, here's the plan. We've got three days till anyone notices you guys are gone. Today, Saturday, and Sunday. So, for three days, I'm gonna show you guys what real sex is all about. And then, I'll let you go. I'll leave. That's of course, if you want me to." Jessica said.

"Fuck you bitch! You're not gonna get away with this!" Tammy yelled out.

"Yeah, whatever." Jessica said, dismissing her. She walked over near Tammy and turned to face John.

"Listen, John. Don't worry, I'll slip this thong off and we'll get down to business real soon. But I need to know that you're gonna behave yourself. I want to know that you're not gonna try to hurt me. Can I trust you?" Jessica asked.

"Go to hell, Jessica. And guess what? I don't want to have sex with you. I don't want you. I don't want this. I'm not gonna let you get anything out of this." John said fiercely.

"That's disappointing. I wish I didn't have to do this." Jessica said grimly. She turned, brought her arm back, and proceeded to slap Tammy as hard as she could.

"Hey!" John yelled out, watching this happen. Tammy groaned in pain, tasting blood.

"Fuck you, you fucking bitch! You fucking cunt! How dare you!" John yelled out, furious. He would not let this bitch get away with this.

"Calm down John. Listen!" she yelled out, raising her voice for the first time. He kept yelling out. She reared back to slap Tammy again.

"No, wait, stop!" John yelled out. Jessica stopped within an inch of her face.

"Listen, John." Jessica started. "If you don't behave yourself, I'll hit her again. If you try to hurt me, I'll hit her again. Understood?" she said sternly. John looked conflicted. He didn't want to have sex with this crazy bitch, but he didn't want her to hurt his wife either. He had no choice. He looked over to Tammy as she looked at him.

"I'm sorry, Tammy." He said, protecting her. Tammy understood that he now would have to bite bullet and comply with the woman's evil plans, to protect her. Tammy loved him so much. She nodded at John, communicating that he should do what she asked.

"Okay, so we're in agreement." Jessica announced. "Very good." she added. With that she hooked her fingers under the straps of her thong and pushed them down, letting them fall to the floor. She bent over and picked up her thong. She stretched her thong between her hands like a slingshot and shot it at Tammy, hitting her in the face. Tammy could do nothing to avoid it, feeling the cloth hit her face before landing in her lap. She got a whiff of Jessica's scent and she could tell that Jessica was very turned on.

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